Remember To Forget

We take for granted our memory and our life, but how do you heal when your sister has lost her memory. Can love, death, and remembrance bring hope back to Cece's life, when it has shattered to pieces? How do you piece your life back together when you look into the eyes of your sister, and she doesn't know who you are? Can a dying boy bring hope back to Cece's life when he makes her sister remember?


10. "I'm sure it's not that important."

When I arrived at the Surf Shop it was 12:56, and Bri was standing right outside the shop's door.

"I figured you'd show up." She smirked at me.

"You know me so well."

We walked into the shop and a man, who looked to be about our age, showed us to a small room in the back.

The room was completely bare except for a small, white table that was placed in the middle of the room. Bri and I both took a seat at the table and the man sat across from us.

"I'm Ryan, and you two are?"

"Bri and Cece." Bri said while pointing to each other.

Ryan had shaggy, blonde, hair that meshed well with his deep blue eyes. He wore a green tank top with white swim trunks.

"So, what do you two know about Surfboards?" He asked.

I opened my mouth to say that we knew nothing, but Bri cut me off. "We know like everything there is to know. We go surfing everyday. Don't we, Cece?"

"Y-yep. Everyday." I confirmed.

"I just love the feel of the water coming into my wet suit." Bri said trying to sound all surf like.

"Umm... The point of a wet suit is to keep the water out." He responded with one eyebrow up.

There was no way we were getting this job. It was pretty much hopeless. Who would hire two girls who knew nothing about surfing?

"I know," she laughed, "just some surfing humor." She covered her mistake, and I shot her a look as if I was telling her 'smooth'.

"So you know like the prices of Surfboards and stuff?" He asked.

"Yep. We know every price and any price." She responded confidently.

If we got this job, I'd have a lot of research to do.

He shot us a skeptical look before saying, "prove it."

We walked back to the front of the store and Ryan would point to a Surfboard while Bri made extremely lucky guesses. Ryan pointed to the last Surfboard that was hanging on the wall. It was blue and had a white stripe down the middle. "Cece, how 'bout you answer this one?"

"'s..uh.. 600?" I guessed.

"Incorrect." He said. "Sorry you don't have the job."

"Oh, come on, Ryan. Don't be so hard on her; she can learn the price ranges." A familiar, deep, voice said from behind me. "You got the job."

"Tyler, you work here?" I questioned.

"Not exactly. My dad owns the shop." He smirked as if he had an idea. "You'll start on Saturday at Four" He begun to walk out the door before adding, "oh, and Cece? See you tomorrow for our date."

"So, you do have a date with him. I knew it!" Bri said as we walked to our cars.

"I'm not going to show up." I said. There was no way I was going on a date with him. I could hardly handle being his, some-what, friend.

"You have to." She pleaded.

"No. I don't."

"You don't want to be rude, do you? Just imagine if you swapped places. You wouldn't want to be stood up, would you?"

"Well.. No. But-"

"No buts!" She interrupted, "your going, and I'm going to help you get ready for it."

There was no point in arguing. I knew Bri wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, so I settled with saying "whatever."

Was I seriously going to go on a date with him? I could hardly believe it, myself. With Tyler? I'd rather go with a crocodile. But for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to wear.

"Hey honey!" My mom called from the kitchen.

"What are you doing home? I thought you were on a business trip." I asked as she set a plate of chicken in front of me.

"The business trip got canceled." She said and sat beside me.

"Melody finally remembers someone. It's a boy named-"

"Yeah. Yeah. That's great honey. Aren't you going to ask why the trip got canceled?"

"Why did your trip get canceled, mom?"

"Because I'm so good at my job that I was able to start the new operation just over the phone." She sounded very proud.

"That's great, mom, but did you hear what I-"

"You know what, honey, I'm very tired. Let's talk about this tomorrow, ok?"

"It's only two o' clock, Mom. You can't be that tired."

"My work is very tedious."

"It's really important. I think you'll want to know."

"I'm sure it's not that important." She kissed my forehead. "Good night."


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